The little girl's face is beautiful and delicate, and at this moment, the top of her head is bright, so bright that her eyes are dazzling, so beautiful that it doesn't look like a real person.
Huo Yunshen looked down at the hand that she took the initiative to clench, a warm color overflowed from his black pupils, but then he thought of something, and quickly disappeared, turning into two deep pools.
His lips trembled slightly, and he asked hoarsely, "Am I dying?"
Yan Qing's play just started, and before it reached the key point, Mr. Huo stopped him with a word.
Her head is full of question marks, what's going on
The petite wife's tender devotion to love causes her husband to question his life
Is it because her level is too low, and her body movements and facial expressions cannot perfectly reflect the character? Or is it that Mr. Huo doesn't like this style? Hey, I don't know how Yun Qing coaxed him in the past. She didn't have to learn from it, so she could only try one by one.
Yan Qing improved in time, took a deep breath, and changed his posture and tone every minute.
Her eyes turned red, her shoulders shrank, she looked at him worriedly, and timidly rebuked: "What are you guessing, don't scare me."
When she said this, Huo Yun's deep gully deepened.
He has worn down his body so badly in the past three years that he didn't care about it before, and even felt that the more pain the better, it could be used to suppress the pain in his heart, so he was always indulgent.
But now that Qingqing is back, he is afraid of death and illness, and he wants to save this life to be with her for the rest of his life.
Is there still a problem.
This fainting, is it terminally ill
His whole body's blood coagulated and froze, and he grabbed her with all his strength: "I have some disease, can't I cure it?"
The tears that Yan Qing had brewed were about to fall, and she got stuck again, staring blankly at the bedside, short-circuiting.
No, wait a moment, this signal seems to have failed to connect successfully.
The two were not talking about the same thing at all.
It was her exaggerated acting skills, too much force, too weak and tragic performances, which made Mr. Huo misunderstood.
Yan Qing patted her cheeks, regained her strength, and sat close beside Huo Yunshen, reached out and touched his forehead, comforting with empathy: "Shen Shen, don't think too much, it will be fine when the fever subsides."
Huo Yunshen heard her call "Shen Shen" again. Not only did she whisper softly, but she was willing to touch him.
Without being threatened or forced, Qingqing was willing to treat him like this, and he couldn't think of anything other than hospice care.
Yanqing saw that Mr. Huo said nothing, her lips were pale and dry, and her lips were all cracked. He said, "I cooked it myself, I know you are uncomfortable, but eat a little bit."
She made porridge for him and fed him with her own hands.
Huo Yun dared not even dream about it, he was almost certain that he would not be able to live in a few days.
At the end of this life, I can no longer have Qingqing.
His heart ripped apart, he closed his eyes, showing a bit of a wry smile, a gloomy look of despair appeared on his face, and he was glad that Qingqing didn't remember him, he died, maybe it was what she hoped, without his death entanglement A bad fight can make her life easier and more free.
Huo Yunshen was silent for a long time, and said in a low voice, "I will call a lawyer to come over at night to liquidate the assets, and they will be transferred to your name in advance. If you are not happy in the entertainment industry in the future, you will go home. Everything belongs to you, you don't need to do anything. , I left these things that will keep you entertained for the rest of your life..."
Yan Qing's spoon stopped in the air, completely shocked by him.
Huo's brain is always burned out? !
She is such a warm-hearted little angel who eagerly feeds him porridge, but he is actually explaining the funeral to her? !
Yan Qing's acting skills were too tender, one did not hold back, and raised her tone: "What are you talking about!"
When she met Huo Yun's deadly eyes, she suddenly became overwhelmed, and there was an unspeakable astringency that surged from the bottom of her heart to the tip of her tongue, the bitterness was beyond words.
Huo Yunshen thought that he was about to die, and that he was treated kindly by her, and even handed over his net worth to her, fearing that without his protection, she would suffer alone in the future.
Yan Qing didn't have to pretend this time, her eyes turned red, she imitated the gesture Huo Yunshen used to her, pinched his chin with one hand, and clarified word by word: "Huo Yunshen, listen clearly, you are just Excessive fatigue, cold and fever, no serious illness, no death, my closeness to you is not a hospice, I fulfill the contract, I want to treat you like this, I want to accompany you out of the shadows, I hope you are well, understand?"
The distance is getting closer, and the rapid breathing of each other is entangled and blended.
Her delicate cheeks were close at hand, her pupils were full of light, her lips were wet and red, and they kept opening and closing.
Huo Yunshen's nerves were tensed by her inch by inch, and she wanted to kiss him hard to make sure that he could still live, and she hoped that he would live.
However, in the next moment, Yanqing retreated, restrained her nature in time, and turned back to being considerate and cute, tilting her head to discuss: "So deep, you have to cooperate with me, I'm not good at acting as Yunqing, and I need to improve slowly. , you have to give me space, okay?"
Huo Yun stared at her deeply and smiled, choking slightly.
"Row."
It turned out to be playing a role, forcing himself to be nice to him.
What does that matter.
He also wants to be fake.
Yan Qing can be considered relieved, and dedicatedly enters the Xiaojiao's wife and asks sweetly: "Then let's try to get along with a new model, Shen, do you want to drink porridge?"
"want."
Yan Qing fed him considerately, and when he swallowed, his fingers trembled with happiness.
The bowl of porridge soon came to an end, Yan Qing wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, and just as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed it.
She wanted to pull back subconsciously, then remembered the character design, tried to calm down, and asked with soft almond eyes, "What's wrong?"
Huo Yun stared at her deeply: "You mean, starting today, you won't hide from me?"
"... don't hide."
"Fulfill my wish?"
Yan Qing couldn't keep up with Mr. Huo's thoughts, thinking that it's not wrong to say so, so he nodded: "try to be satisfied."
Huo Yunshen leaned slowly and approached her, his breath gradually oppressing: "Does it also mean that you are willing to fulfill your wife's responsibilities."
Yan Qing quickly covered her neckline: "Go, go to bed doesn't count!"
Huo Yunshen's lips curved slightly, and he tapped on the tip of her nose: "I can take the next step, can I kiss? Can I hug? Can I hold hands?"
"No, no, no, no," Yan Qing said anxiously, "We are emotional comfort, emotional! We haven't reached the physical level!"
The smile deepened in Huo Yun's deep eyes, and he followed her request: "Okay, the body can be put on hold, but emotionally you can't refuse anymore. You can't just play a role if you say it's treating me."
This is reasonable, Yan Qing obediently nodded his head and asked for advice humbly: "You say it."
"Don't refuse to answer the phone, reply to the message in time and let me know what you are doing."
"it is good-"
In Huo Yunshen's eyes, it was Qingqing cat wagging its little tail and "meowing" towards him.
"We need more contact. You go home once a week is too few, at least three times, so as not to delay your recording of the show."
She wrinkled her nose and meow again.
"Stay tonight."
Qingqing cat stopped meowing: "No, the part that was not recorded during the day will be recorded tonight. I have been notified, can I do it tomorrow?"
"Okay," Mr. Huo said without hesitation, as if he had expected it, "then when you owe me once, remember to pay it back to me."
Yan Qing came out of the bedroom in a daze, always feeling that something was wrong.
Wasn't she supposed to be dominant? After a few words, she became a well-behaved and obedient cat, and owed him a debt!
Huo Yunshen stood on the terrace, watching the car that sent Yan Qing away, and he didn't move until he disappeared for a long time.
Qingqing didn't really accept him and didn't want to entangle with him.
It's her kind-hearted, pity him, acting patiently, just pretending.
Huo Yun's deep eyelashes drooped down, and the arc at the end of his eyes was sharp and sad, but also quenched with a fanatical sweetness.
Her chest was pounding rapidly, her heart throbbing at every small decision she made.
In the afternoon at school, Qingqing caught up with him, who was dripping blood, and said, "Don't think that I will sympathize with you if you bleed. For the last time, I will bandage you."
He was pierced by her words, with a desperate smile on his face, and asked her, "How can it not be the last time?"
She opened her mouth to say something to hurt him, but he stared at her with bloody eyes: "Don't sentence me to death, let me chase you, okay?"
To this day, he still wants to say the same thing to Qingqing.
She lied to him with tenderness, and he was willing, as long as he was not given the death penalty, he would pursue her again.
Before Yan Qing left, she secretly took a photo of Yun Qing, and carefully placed it in the drawer of her bedroom bedside table, with the frame clean.
In the photo, 16-year-old Xiao Yunqing has long black hair that hangs over her shoulders, her cheeks can be broken by blowing bullets, her big eyes are wet and shining, and she is incomparably delicate and pure.
Yan Qing sat in the car and touched her face, and sighed sincerely: "Hey, the goddess is so beautiful, but unfortunately I don't have any pictures before. I wonder if she was so beautiful when she was sixteen."
She brought this picture back, and it was of great use.
The driver directly sent Yan Qing back to the base camp of the show team.
The scene on the playground has long since dissipated. At that time, there were a lot of media and there was a lot of fanfare.
Half a day has passed, the Internet has been slaughtered, and even the incident of Song Xueran last time has been turned up. Most netizens are angry and distressed, and madly send her beautiful photos, but there are also a small number of different voices, who think she is too much. , a program has just aired the first episode, there have been several major events, and it has been related to her time and time again.
Yan Qing's mentality is very stable, and she understands that every artist is like this on the way to the public, and it will not change because she is a victim.
This road was originally bumpy, and it was because of Huo Yunshen's protection that she could land smoothly again and again.
When Yanqing arrived at the dormitory, she was surrounded by girls and asked for warmth. Those who had been embarrassed at the scene before seemed to have forgotten the scene at the time. They were more active than Ouyang and Xiao Curly, and moved closer to her.
"Yanyan, since you were framed, shouldn't the grouping be done again in a different way?"
"It's definitely with you this time! You should react to the program team and replace those at the end, or you will suffer more."
"Yeah, that's not fair, no matter who of us joins your group, it's definitely better than them."
Yan Qing did not speak, and silently glanced outside the crowd.
The three poor students who were assigned to her group wiped away their tears uneasy, she shook her head: "It's good like this, everyone is not bad."
The content to be re-recorded at night was not as much as Yan Qing imagined. During the daytime, the part of the playground was decided to be retained as a whole after the consultation of the senior management of Chengfeng.
After the supplementary recording was over, the players dispersed. Yan Qing just picked up her bag and wanted to go together, but was left alone by the mentor group. She solemnly apologized for not protecting her in the morning.
He Xuanjin was left to the end.
In the large empty practice room, he stepped forward, his voice was very soft, and asked, "Is that Mr. Huo?"
Yan Qing frowned vigilantly and stepped back: "If there is nothing else, I will go back first."
He Xuanjin was wearing a white shirt, with a slender stature and dazzling facial features under the light. He said eagerly, "Last time you said that you are not from Mr. Huo, what you really mean is, are you just a stand-in for others?"
"… You eavesdropped?!"
"No," he explained anxiously, "I went to find you for a drink, and I happened to hear, Yan Yan, don't be silly, what good ending can you have on this road? Now it seems that you have a backer, what about in the future? Can someone like him forget his old love and marry you? You can't get into his life, he just uses you as a tool."
Yan Qing laughed in anger, and instead of defending, she asked: "I am a tool of Mr. Huo, but he seeks justice for me on the spot. You have been talking about chasing me. The previous primary assessment gave me F, this time in When I found out beforehand that I had a conflict with Yun Ling, I didn't doubt her, just let me admit that I was unlucky. As the chief mentor, I didn't even say a fair word, is this what you think is 'good'?"
He Xuanjin frowned heavily: "Because that's how I came here, I know how deep and scary the entertainment industry is, so I taught you to be patient and let you get used to lowering your eyebrows a little more, it's good for you, I'm thinking of you! Yanyan, listen to me, don't follow the person who can never marry you."
Yan Qing said in his heart.
I'm sorry, it's over.
She bowed to He Xuanjin: "Thank you for your guidance, I don't need to talk about private matters."
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door.
She heard He Xuanjin smashed the cabinet beside the wall as if venting, then caught up and offered a cup of hot drink to apologize: "I'm really not malicious, don't be angry."
Yan Qing looked at the paper cup, and a thought crossed her mind.
Why recently... He Xuanjin always brought her a drink.
She was hesitating whether to pick it up or not. After all, there was no need for it to be deadlocked. In the zipper gap of the handbag, a light suddenly lit up, and it was her mobile phone that had been muted.
Don't think about it, the legal husband calls, and the suitor can only give way.
Yan Qing smiled apologetically: "I'm not angry, I left in a hurry."
She didn't pick up the drink, hurried back to the dormitory, closed the door and locked it, pinched her face and opened her voice to change the mode, answered the phone, and burrowed her head into the quilt and whispered, "Deep-deep-"
After calling myself a little numb, I hurriedly said, "Wait, Ka! Come back!"
She tried the tone of voice a few times, found one that was more satisfactory, and said again: "Deep."
Huo Yunshen's deep smile but not a smile slipped into his ears: "Add two words."
She was stunned: "What?"
"You know."
Yan Qing really understood, she covered her face, restrained her shame, and mumbled obediently, "Shen Shen Bao."
"Well, I'm here," Mr. Huo said calmly, "you won't go home tonight, can I ask for some compensation?"
Yan Qing was about to ask Mr. Huo what strange ideas he had when the loudspeaker in the room sounded: "Please prepare, and in ten minutes, we will be shooting a night scene in the dormitory."
She was startled, and quickly said to Huo Yunshen, "I'm going to hang up first, and the dormitory will be shot by surprise."
There was no sound on the other side, and the breathing was hidden, and it was pitifully silent.
Yan Qing softly apologized: "Okay, okay, I'll call you when it's over."
She hid her phone and complained. Who would have thought that the dignified Huo family, the perverted King Yama, who was called by the outside world, would have to be coaxed by her at night.
It's so hard to do.
Yan Qing packed up the dormitory, unlocked the door, and waited for the photographer to come. The corridor was a mess, and there were still several rooms before her turn.
She was bored waiting, remembering that there was an important event to do, so she hurriedly took out the Yunqing photo frame that she smuggled back, and solemnly placed it on the small shelf on the wall beside the bed.
It looked a little monotonous, and she didn't know what Yun Qing liked, so she brought two small cakes and milk, picked out a few easy-to-use makeup, and put them next to the photo frame.
Alas, it is a small spiritual position.
She has been thinking since she decided to be a "little wife". Now that she has changed her ways, if she really wants to get involved with Yun Qing's husband, she should report to her every day.
Otherwise the conscience is uneasy.
Yan Qing knelt down on the bed, facing the photo frame, clenched her hands into fists around her lips, closed her eyes and meditated seriously.
"Goddess, I'm here to save your husband and to leave after three years. I'm not really coveting him."
"Don't worry, he only loves you, and he loves you so much that everyone is about to collapse. I can't help him."
"His goodness to me is for you, don't be sad, don't be jealous..."
Yan Qing made sure that she only talked for no more than thirty seconds. The door of the dormitory was suddenly pushed open. Several photographers squeezed in together, and the raised cameras were aimed at her—
Look at your own photos.
The photographers were collectively stunned, their expressions were wonderful, and they secretly screamed, this material!
The hot search topics at the time of the broadcast have jumped to the front eye-catchingly—
#Want to be red? worship yourself#
#Want to debut as C? worship yourself#
#Would you like every time you are in trouble, you can turn a bad one into a good one? Worship yourself! #
…
Yan Qing and the photographer looked at each other, looked at the camera, and looked at Yun Qing in the photo frame.
So embarrassing.
But still have to be strong in business and keep smiling.
Yan Qing filmed the whole process without love, mechanically introducing various objects in the dormitory, and finally turned to the photo frame under the eager gaze of the photographers.
She smiled and hinted with sweet eyes.
Don't ask, ask more about suicide, can't I love myself
It was already late at night when the building was quiet again. Yan Qing was lying on the bed wanting to cry without tears, remembering that she hadn't called her Shen Shen Bao. With his ghostly temper, he would never give up until he waited.
People are already sick, and if they don't sleep, they will collapse. They have to be coaxed.
Yan Qing took out his mobile phone and called in a dull tone, and he answered it in seconds.
"deeply."
"I am here."
"Tell me, how can you not fall asleep?"
Mr. Huo's voice was magnetic and sweet, soothing her nerves and making her slightly sleepy: "Sing to me, sing a song... I've never sang it to anyone else."
Yan Qing slandered.
Very demanding, picky, and stubborn.
But the tone on the tip of her tongue seemed to have her own dominance, overflowing lightly—
"My darling, darling, give you a little sweetness to keep you up all night..."
Yan Qing sang herself to sleep, not knowing when her eyes were closed.
Not to mention, Huo Yunshen was on the other side of the phone, listening to her soft breathing all night.
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